It was a bright and peaceful Monday morning in Wagadugu, the capital city of Burkina Faso. The sun slowly climbed into the sky, spreading a warm golden glow across the buildings. At the presidential palace, a guard stood watchfully at his post as President Ibrahim Troué came outside.
He was dressed in a simple, clean outfit — a dark brown shirt and matching trousers. His face showed calmness, but there was a clear sense of purpose in his expression.
This wasn’t going to be a regular day filled with meetings, speeches, or official visits. Today was different. The president had something personal in mind — something he hadn’t told anyone about, except for the man who drove him. He had decided to go to the….Read Full Story Here………
